Norris Moore's back pressed against the cold bathroom tiles, one hand covering the remains of the fabric on her chest, disbelievingly watching the man who assaulted her in front of her. Trenton Smith stood there, towering over her, his face appearing especially sinister in the shadowy light.
Hot water splashed on her body, feeling scalded, her sight blurred by the steam covering her vision.
Her chest heaving violently, Norris could hardly help but laugh: "Trenton Smith, are you fucking insane?!"
Her hoarse voice made Trenton's face darker, he raised his hand, fingertips touching the warm skin on her shoulder, the forcibly imprinted marks right before his eyes. His insomniac mind seemed to amplify a sharp, excruciating pain accompanied by a sudden, uncontrollable anger.
He dared... really dared to touch her!
Norris raised her hand to block his, her expression weary: "I want to take a shower now, Mr. Smith, would you mind stepping out?"
